Longing

My baby girl has been out of town with my parents for a week.

A WEEK I tell you. Seven straight days...in a row...

I am missing her so much right now.


Ok. So she's clearly not a "baby" girl; she's twenty for goodness sakes.
But still I miss her. Her smile. The shrug of her shoulders. Her scent. Laughing with her....talking with her...cooking with her....Oh, my. This is bad.

Thank goodness, she is coming home tomorrow!

This mourning

On this, my very first post, you are most likely wondering what it is that I have to mourn...well, I assure you, nothing too serious. Really. My husband told me years ago that he believes I LOVE to cry. I used to try and defend my weaker tear ducts and say that I just could not help the tears when they fall; how in the world could I possibly control something like that after all!? "I am just sensitive;" I would lamely argue in a rather defensive tone. I would get embarrassed when someone would "catch" me crying at a commercial, a movie, or when re-telling a sad story...Now, in the years that have passed since he made that dreadful accusation, I think he was most likely correct. I have decided in these last few years that I have nothing to hide. I will boldly tell the world: I LOVE TO CRY!
I have noticed that I tend to select THE saddest songs, books, stories, and movies with which to surround myself. Almost as if by instinct, I can select them from the shelves without much effort. My ears are tuned in to the most melancholy notes when I hear them, and I just NEED to know who is responsible for that moving music...I decided after my last good cry, that I actually felt BETTER, in spite of the puffy, bloodshot eyes and runny nose. I let go of some stress, and I felt as though I could think clearly again. So, have a GOOD CRY...you'll feel like NEW again!
By the way, my husband and I are both off from work today, and we have spent this holiday lazily snuggling on the couch, watching movies in front of a blazing fireplace. Nope...no sniffles... not a tear in sight...dry eyes for me...as you see it was HIS birthday Saturday, and I let HIM select the movies! We had a bit of kung fu, shoot'em up action, and (yawn) a battle between street gangs. Ha, ha.
I will post again soon when I really have something to lament.